Chapter 31: In This World, We Only Need One Killer Organization

The response to him was swift,

Z's shuriken and Conis' swift slash!

Z's shuriken pierced Dracula's chest directly;

Conis' swift strike even cleaved Dracula in two!

Blood splattered, a gush of blood erupted,

Yet, in the next moment, the blood retracted, leaving Dracula unharmed.

"It seems you're leaning towards refusal,"

"That's regrettable,"

Dracula tipped his hat politely to Z and Conis.

His eyes glinted with bloodlust as he softly remarked,

"Now, shall we end this?"

As a senior cadre with a 320 million bounty,

Blood Duke Dracula wields a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit power, controlling blood at will and possessing formidable defensive abilities akin to Logia users!

Ordinary attacks are futile against him.

In a world where strength is scarce, he stands unmatched.

But the adversary facing Dracula controls the power of shadows—the Lord of Shadow Stream!

"Is this the power of Devil Fruit?"

Jie, the Lord of Shadow Stream, deftly evaded Dracula's blood whip, remarking calmly,

"Your attacks are familiar but lacking in strength compared to him!"

A blood magic adept, Vladimir, stood beside Jie, accidentally hit by the blood whip.

The blood was swiftly drained, leaving Conis pale, choosing to retreat.

Compared to Z and Blood Duke Dracula, rulers of the New World,

Conis today is outmatched.

Joining this battle would be futile, a hindrance rather than help.

But this isn't the end for Conis.

He dreams of venturing to the New World with Shadow Stream, earning fame as a legendary hero.

Heroes don't accept defeat or retreat easily.

A dark aura enveloped Conis's hands.

Duke shared training secrets, including Double Color Haki, with all under his command.

Even Capone Bege, aspiring for greatness.

Duke grants them time to grow until they stand shoulder to shoulder.

With such a system, Duke and his heroes have limitless potential.

Wisely, Conis withdrew.

In battles among titans, a weaker fighter is but a liability.

This is why top pirates prefer one-on-one duels.

"Too weak?"

"I haven't heard that in ages,"

Dracula's gaze turned icy as he faced Z, unscathed,

"If provoking me was your goal,"

"Congratulations, you've succeeded!"

"Meet your end, Blood River Impact!"

Countless streams of blood surged from Dracula, aiming to engulf his foes entirely.

True blood surged against the river's flow.

The blood river, though vast, was too sluggish to catch up with Jie's incredible speed.

Seeing the ineffective attack, Dracula sneered, his eyes narrowing.

The blood river exploded into countless blood arrows, raining down on Jie like a storm.

"This time, you won't escape!"

The blood arrows pierced Jie, pinning him down momentarily.

But in the next moment, Jie's pierced form turned into a black shadow, vanishing into thin air.

Behind Dracula, Z's blade struck true, piercing his heart with a forbidden shadow killing technique.

"I see you,"

Dracula grinned, turning into blood to avoid the fatal blow. He grabbed Z, draining his blood with a sinister smile.

"No, I see you,"

As Dracula drained Z, Jie revealed dark eyes and spoke coldly,

"Ignorance leads to defeat!"

With a sudden realization of danger, Dracula tried to retreat.

But before he could, shadow shurikens pierced his body, unleashed by Z's Shadow Clone.

Dracula's Blood Fruit granted him resilience, but faced with the corrosive power of shadow and Z's Armament Haki, even his formidable abilities couldn't save him.

Dracula fell, defeated.

Z emerged from the shadows, declaring victory.

"My shadows are enough."

"But you won't be alone."

"On this sea, one killer is all the funeral home needs!"

Z, now at level 10 with Seven warlords-level combat power, plans to lead Shadow Stream into the New World, challenging the funeral home's throne.

In the New World's slaughterhouse, news of Dracula's demise brought sorrow to Piecro, the fallen assassin king.

"My dear Draghi,"

"What a loss!"

Yet, his grief turned swiftly to determination.

"Freddy,"

"You won't fail me like Dracula did!"

Beside him, Freddy, the black swordsman with a 490 million bounty, spoke coldly,

"You can trust me, just as I trust my sword!"

"I warned Dracula that relying solely on Devil Fruit against a truly strong foe would lead to defeat."

"He didn't listen."

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